Sunrise.
Dawn. No matter how many I see, the magic's still there. Cloud busting. Letting
the warmth of the rays permeate through to the bone. "Here Comes the Sun"
on the decks, and I say it's alright. Battered, shattered, knackered people,
sitting round in clumps. DJs, on and on.
To all those people I've met, I say, well met. To those engineers, just what
the f*ck are you talking about. Do your thing, 'cos you do it so well. To the
lighting guys, the decor people - you really are the unsung heros. To my mates
at Project Ozma, in visual heaven, you're the best. And to the party goers,
my life would be shallow indeed without you. I owe you more than you will ever
know.
After all, isn't this the way it's meant to be....
Barclay (Dark Angel)
